My first boyfriend was a truly beautiful swimmer. He was incredibly strong (a rugby league player) and amazing to watch in the water. I just melted watching him swim length after length of Butterfly stroke. I think I still would. He was 17 and I was 14. Oh those were the days.
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Now picture me, overweight and out of shape, rapidly approaching forty. I attend a Masters swimming class once a week. This month we got a new coach. He's very enthusiastic and his goal is to kill us all. No joke, he has us doing butterfly. Butterfly!! I couldn't do it when I was swimming everyday as a young teen. Now it's a recipe for cardiac arrest, of that I am certain. I have accessed muscles that are not meant to be used on a daily basis. Ouch!